"That…totally unexpected…" uttered Alfraed, still in a daze.
Currently, the young man was on a horse-drawn carriage prepared by Bregror and Salsahara taking them to a city near their destination; a malfunctioned dungeon.
Based on how fast they were traversing, the three ought to arrive on the third day, assuming nothing major happened along the way.
"Are you still thinking about them little brother?" asked Salsahara, while gently stroking the head of her slumbering husband. He had never been an early riser.
"…Well, yeah, can't help it…"
They departed when the rose-pink light of dawn just made an appearance, gradually sweeping the lingered darkness away. Most of the people were still enjoying the softness of their beds. Only the presence of a handful of city guards patrolling the deserted streets with their tired eyes could be felt.
Alfraed expected to leave Anspia quietly, without disturbing anyone. However, that was not going to happen.
